The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

Babysitting the Boss

Am I his maid or his babysitter?

Stupid Jenny. Apparently, as of today, I was both.

Since waking up this morning, I was on all fours, making sure every inch the god descended upon was spotless. After a quick breakfast of toast and milk, I dashed upstairs, just in time for the god to rise from his heavenly bed.

“Boss, you’re having a shower?” I asked when I heard the shower running and saw piles of clothing scattered all over the floor.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Yeah,” came his muffled voice from somewhere inside the bathroom suite.

“Should I get your clothing ready?” I picked up his shirt and discarded it in the laundry basket.

“Yeah.”

“What type? It’s predicted to be sunny today. Polo shirt? T-shirt? Shorts?”

“Suit, tie, and blazer.”

I stood up stiffly, eyes staring at the partially closed door in disbelief. “But, boss, you’ll be staying at home all day. Why do you need to dress in formal wear?”

“Because I want to. You got a problem with that?”

Umm. Must have been his way of showing off again. It wasn’t enough that he was boasting in my face every day about how wealthy he was. He had to remind me every single minute that I was his coffee machine and maid.

Oh, I hate him. Just because I’m a poor student and in debt…

A wet hand landed on my cheek. I jerked, turning around, and-

Giovanni. Naked.

I blinked.

And screamed.

“Holy hell, boss. You scared me. Get your naked body inside. You almost gave me a fright.”

I shoved my palm flat on his chest, but it was slippery. Giovanni ignored me, standing like Adonis the naked statue, leaning against the doorframe.

I knew my mission of getting him inside that bathroom was close to zero percent likely, so I shut my eyes, turning around to keep from that temptation. And of course, my heart was dancing to the song of temptation, too.

“Don’t be a prude. It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before.”

Crap! Does he know I peeked on his bath time before?

“Some women prefer not to have that image imprinted in their mind until they meet their soul mate,” I said in defense of my dignity.

Too late for me, though. I’d already seen his package. And stepped on it, too. The image was too clear in my head to erase.

No sound came from Giovanni. Thinking the coast was clear, I spun on my heel and-

“Boss, you’re still naked,” I screeched, jerking my hands in front of my eyes again.

“Did I say I was going to get dressed?” He strode toward me, his manly goods hanging and all.

“Have some mercy on my eyes. Please.” I spun around and shut my eyes again. I knew if I stood one more second looking at him, I would seriously attack him. He was just too captivating.

Oh, the image isn’t good. Me and him… tumbling around in bed-

“Jay!”

“Yes, boss!” I answered immediately, my vivid imagination cut short.

“Come here.”

“Are you all dressed this time?” I peeked between my fingers.

“No.”

“Then I’ll get going.” I tiptoed toward the door. “Leave you in peace so you can-”

He caught me. And he was still naked.

“Boss… boss, what are you doing?” I flung about, trying to loosen his grip. No such luck, though.

“I need help.”

“With what?” I stammered, voice coming out all nervous.

“Getting dressed.”

Oh no. So, I put all my weight on my feet just to create some resistance. But he was strong. After all, he was Adonis. He pulled me along like I was a bag of lentils. And I collided into him, smashing my cheek onto his bared chest.

Again.

“Boss!” I blinked, mind numbed in shock. I tilted up my head and looked at him. His obsidian eyes met my green ones. I swallowed.

“Get me my pants,” he commanded, voice perfectly in control.

“What?” I blinked again. Obviously, I didn’t hear him. I was too busy ogling his handsome face.

“Get me my pants.”

“Oh, pants. Yes, pants.” I woke and walked blindly to his opened wardrobe, picking a pair Armani dress pants.

“Now what?” I passed the pants to him, reminding myself to never look below his waist.

“Help me get dressed.”

I almost choked. “What? You want me to help you into your pants? Do you want me to touch your banana again?”

I refreshed his memory of our time together in the bathtub, and believe me; it wasn’t a good sight.

His jaw ticked.

“It’s not a banana. It’s my dick,” he shot out bluntly, annoyed at my term for his male anatomy.

“But, boss, I don’t want to touch it,” I stammered, wanting to get out of this task.

“I’m not asking you to touch it. I’m asking you to zip up my pants.”

“But, boss, you have hands.” I tried again. Maybe if I kept giving him excuses, he would give up.

Or not.

“Jay, are you the boss or am I the boss?”

He turned the tables, squashing me against the wall. And now I was stuck. I avoided eye contact.

“Jay, answer me.” He pinched my chin.

“You’re the boss, boss,” I mumbled meekly.

“So, zip my pants.”

“But you have hands,” I mumbled again.

“Jay, zip it or you die.” That was his ultimatum. Zip or die.

“Do I have another choice?” I bleakly looked up at him.

“No.” A straight, blunt reply.

I moaned, drumming my foot in frustration. “Must you do this to me?”

I closed my eyes, having no choice but to go through with it. I reluctantly searched for the zipper. Having found it, I concentrated on my task, slowly zipping the fly.

He hissed in my face, since I was doing such a lousy job, “Open your eyes, Jay. Take your job seriously.”

“I am taking it seriously,” I snapped, flashing my eyes open.

Gee, how can I take my job seriously when he’s breathing down my neck?

“Then look at what you’re doing.”

“You’re tormenting me, boss. I’m so not comfortable doing this.”

“Zip your mouth and start zipping my pants.”

“If I’m such a slow zipper, then why don’t you do it yourself?” I mumbled.

“What did you say?” He pinched my chin again, this time tilting my face until our eyes locked.

“Nothing, boss,” I mumbled, blinking and getting back to work.

After five seconds, I got shouted at again. “You’re too slow. How long do I have to wait until you finish the job? Just zip it up, for fuck’s sake.”

“I am!” I shouted, jerking the fly up with full force.

“Ow, the fuck!” Giovanni was on his knees, hand cradling his precious manhood. He whined, his face going red. “What the fuck did you do to my dick?”

“Sorry, boss. I didn’t mean to zip your banana.” I rushed out the door just in case he decided to attack me. “But don’t do this to me again. I’m not ready to part with my virginity yet.”

“Who said I want your virginity…? Ah, fuck!” He howled, bending over, a pained expression on his face.

I didn’t listen or look any further. I sprinted out of his bedroom like lightning.